Sep 21, 2024
“You look like hell,” Wanda mused from her spot in the communal kitchen, her voice light but observant. She leaned against the island, a book lazily resting in her hand while a spoon magically swirled her tea on its own, her focus clearly elsewhere. Her eyes flicked up at Thor, the faintest flicker of sympathy crossing her face—she honestly felt as rough as he looked, hence why she was awake so early. The smirk faded, her expression softening into something more sincere. “You okay?” // @bunchofjackassesx